Chen Dingye chuckled lightly: "Return?"
"Do you not know, I can no longer go back."
After a long pause, he suddenly spoke up:
"Tell me, if I die for my country, how will people in the world evaluate me?"
"How will future generations speak of me?"
He uttered these words softly.
Ye Zhongdao and Zhou Xianping did not know how to respond.
This cunning king, cold as a poisonous flood dragon, at this moment revealed an intensity that did not belong to the past, as if the ruthless suppression of dissent, the merciless consolidation of power, and the determination to die for his country, disregarding everything, were all present in him.
Extremely contradictory qualities were gathered in one person.
Chen Dingye laughed: "Let us proceed toward the conclusion that awaits us."
"At the end of this road, can you, the valiant ones, accompany me?"
Ye Zhongdao and Zhou Xianping knelt on one knee, their expressions solemn.
"Willing to serve at Your Majesty's command."
